My Poetry. Children of War.

Taught in a World of hate 
Guns and weapons as tools 
Frightened to say no 
By the adult and the fools. 
Learn to fight at an early age 
Kill or maim your prey 
the only way to survive 
on a dangerous new day. 
Looking for victims
Don’t care of their age
Just kill kill kill
In a fit of rage.
What is your reward
For killing a man?
You have earned the place
Your the number one fan.
Leaving more children
without their kin
A notch on the rifle
a life in the bin.
When will it ever end
Someday you will meet your match
The only thing you know in life
Are killings and plans to hatch. 

© William Sinclair Manson 2025